iwatchedherfall:

themysciranwonder:

“Morning, Bette.” Diana smiled, fluffing her damp hair with a towel as she crossed the room and settled in beside Kate. “Eggs over easy are my favorite if you don’t mind.” 

Diana wrapped her arms around Kate’s waist from behind, hugging her closer while her wet hair dripped against her own shoulders, “So, how’s the birthday girl today, hmm?” drumming her fingers lightly against Kate’s sides as she looked to Bette, “You certainly pulled out all the stops in spoiling your cousin this morning, what a great gift.” 

She gave a quick peck against Kate’s neck, teasing “33 more of those to go.” 

“You deserve some freedom, Betts. You’ve earned it. You’ve given me pig, and I trust you.” Kate smiled softly at Bette, tugging her into a hug before she moved away. “Doesn’t mean I won’t do something painful to him if he hurts you, though.”

She leaned back against Diana, squirming slightly under her fingers. “She has. I’m good, little tired after last night but nothing a shower and a little longer in bed with my girlfriend won’t cure?”

Kate grinned, turning her head slightly. “Only 33? Well, save them up. I should head for that shower.” She quickly finished the last forkful of eggs and stood, swallowing and turning to kiss Diana gently. “Have a good day, coz.”

“You too, Kate!” Bette waved at her with the spatula. She eased the eggs onto two slices of toast and brought them over to Diana, along with a clean juice glass.  

“You want some coffee?  It’s Kona, the real thing.”  Before Diana could answer, she brought over a clean coffee mug and the carafe as well. Even if Diana wasn’t going to have any, Bette would. This coffee wasn’t going to waste.  ”I was just asking Kate how you were settling in.  So how are you?  Settling in, I mean.  Not…that I don’t want to know how you are in general, of course…heh.  Um.  Let’s pretend I asked both questions.”  Open mouth, insert foot, yeah, you haven’t lost the knack, Bette.

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iwatchedherfall:

bettekane:

”So.  How’s Diana settling in?  Is she still asleep, or did she leave early?  I left everything out in case she wanted to join us…”

She really wasn’t sure how their new house dynamic worked yet.  After all, the place was Kate’s.  The new roommate was Kate’s girlfriend.  Bette had tread carefully, but the elephant in the room was bothering her; was she in their way?  ”You two got any plans for tonight?  I… could make myself scarce tonight, you know, overnight.  In fact, I think I will.  It’ll be part of my gift to you.  Heh, and to Dick.  Did you know it’s his birthday too?”

“She was in the shower when I woke up, I think.” Kate said, tucking in. “I don’t know what her plans are.” She shrugged, leaning back and looking at Bette carefully.

“We didn’t have any plans. Might go to dinner, see a show at the weekend. Nothing big, but a night to ourselves…” The redhead nodded with a smile. “You two have fun. And I did know, yes.”

Bette raised a surprised eyebrow at that. “What, no threats to Dick’s ability to father children?  No ‘I’m watching you two, you know’, complete with finger-waggle?  Just ‘you two have fun’?”  She leaned across the table and dramatically placed the back of her hand on Kate’s forehead.  ”Hmm, not running a fever… maybe I should have checked under the beds for pods last night?”

Movement caught her eye and broke into a wide smile again, focused over and behind Kate’s head. “Good morning, Diana! Join us for some birthday breakfast?  How do you like your eggs?” she asked, jumping out of her seat for the frying pan.

iwatchedherfall:

bettekane:

“Happy birthday, Kate!”

Bette tried to restrain her cheerfulness for Kate’s sake; her cousin wasn’t a morning person, which was weird considering she had for years been used to jumping out of a bunk to the sound of a trumpet every morning at ‘oh-six-hundred’.  ”I made you Kona coffee, eggs, and… um, bacon.”

Kate blinked at the breakfast, nodding and smiling a little. “Aw, thanks, Betts.” She crossed over the room to settle in front of it, taking a sip of the coffee. “Means a lot, coz.”

“You’re very welcome Kate.  I love you.”  Bette grinned and gave her a warm hug where Kate sat, and then slid into her seat across from Kate, with eggs and toast of her own.  ”So.  How’s Diana settling in?  Is she still asleep, or did she leave early?  I left everything out in case she wanted to join us…”

She really wasn’t sure how their new house dynamic worked yet.  After all, the place was Kate’s.  The new roommate was Kate’s girlfriend.  Bette had tread carefully, but the elephant in the room was bothering her; was she in their way?  ”You two got any plans for tonight?  I… could make myself scarce tonight, you know, overnight.  In fact, I think I will.  It’ll be part of my gift to you.  Heh, and to Dick.  Did you know it’s his birthday too?”

“Happy birthday, Kate!”

Bette tried to restrain her cheerfulness for Kate’s sake; her cousin wasn’t a morning person, which was weird considering she had for years been used to jumping out of a bunk to the sound of a trumpet every morning at ‘oh-six-hundred’.  ”I made you Kona coffee, eggs, and… um, bacon.”

iwatchedherfall:

bettekane:

The glass shattered as she clenched it in her hand, and she hissed in a breath in pain.  Blood dripped from the shards embedded in her palm into the water, and she let out a sob as she stooped for the first aid kit under the sink.

Kate called to her urgently from the living room to come see something on the TV; something about a bar exploding.  ”I-I can’t…” she tried her best to sound normal through the tears running down her face, but they weren’t from the pain as she pulled the chunks of glass from her hand one by one and pressed the tea towel to it.

They’re just words.  They’re only words.  It doesn’t even matter what he thinks.  Maybe he’s drunk, and he’s the angry type of drunk.  How in the hell was he even in my head?  He’s not a telepath! It has to be a trick…it can’t be Kyle.

She drew her knees up and rested her forehead on them.  Get it together, Dick loves me…he loves me helovesme.  And Dick… Dick wouldn’t take this crap from anyone. 

Whoever you are… she lifted her head and looked up, “STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!”Bette surprised herself with the forcefulness with which she said it, or that she had said it aloud.  Seconds later, she could hear her cousin’s footfalls on the floor, coming closer.

“Bette! What’re you doing?” She called out from the main room, hearing the glass shatter. Kate’s attention was instantly grabbed by the bright burst of yellow on the screen as the bar she recognised as that Lantern one imploded, somehow. “Shit, Betts, come in here. There’s alien crap going down,” the redhead called through to her, frowning at the screen. “Bette?”

Kate pushed up from the sofa with one arm, looking over the back of it to the kitchen. She couldn’t see Bette anymore from her seat, and worriedly jumped over the back of the sofa as she heard her cousin’s yell.

“Whoa, whoa- Betts? What the hell is going on?” She said, dropping to one knee and holding a hand out, hovering over her back. “Who’s in your head?” Kate asked, taking over pressing the tea towel to her wrist, holding it there tightly.

She was still catching her breath, saying nothing as she listened for a moment. “He’s gone now…thank G-d.  It was Kyle.  I know you’ll think I’m crazy, Kate, but I heard Kyle’s voice in my head… and…”

/disgustingdumbblondeuglydisfiguredgross/

“He said awful things… and that he’d hurt me and Dick couldn’t protect me because he was crying over Guy… ”  She shook her head, as if she could clear the thoughts, and stared at the bloody tea towel.  It didn’t even hurt.  Shock.  That figures.  Pull yourself together, Flamebird, you’re on the job now.

“Something’s wrong.  Kyle can’t do telepathy, and even if he could, why would he threaten me?  He’s a Green Lantern, he knows where we live. If he wanted to hurt me, he could just do it, he wouldn’t have to talk about it.”

kylewithenvy:

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bettekane:

The painting, oh, Dick lov-

“I mean, I drew your naked body pretty accurate, so I just wanted to check in and make sure he wasn’t utterly disgusted like I felt when I painted that ugly piece of crap.”

She felt an icy shock of panic through her chest.  How could he say that?  Was he kidding, possibly?  It wouldn’t be the first time he’d cracked a joke and she’d taken him seriously, with embarrassing consequences for them both.  She was confused, her thoughts running wild to explain how this couldn’t be as it seemed…

Thanks for letting me rip you off, though! Now how’s that for ironic?

He’d been so sweet, so patient and supportive!  She’d trusted him!  Did he really find her scar that disgusting?  Kyle, why are you doing this?  I thought we were friends?

(it’s silent in Bette’s mind for a while, almost like a vaccum of noise. then suddenly — ))

Awwww you thought we were fwiends?? Are you that dumb a blonde? Your kind and my kind don’t get along, Bette.  We just pretend to be nice to each other to our faces; but eventually

I’ll have to hurt you I’ll just HAVE to

just so you know.

And no, Dick won’t protect you, little damsel. He barely even cares, too busy crying over Guy Gardner to care about your deformed self, gross.

The glass shattered as she clenched it in her hand, and she hissed in a breath in pain.  Blood dripped from the shards embedded in her palm into the water, and she let out a sob as she stooped for the first aid kit under the sink.

Kate called to her urgently from the living room to come see something on the TV; something about a bar exploding.  ”I-I can’t…” she tried her best to sound normal through the tears running down her face, but they weren’t from the pain as she pulled the chunks of glass from her hand one by one and pressed the tea towel to it.

They’re just words.  They’re only words.  It doesn’t even matter what he thinks.  Maybe he’s drunk, and he’s the angry type of drunk.  How in the hell was he even in my head?  He’s not a telepath! It has to be a trick…it can’t be Kyle.

She drew her knees up and rested her forehead on them.  Get it together, Dick loves me…he loves me helovesme.  And Dick… Dick wouldn’t take this crap from anyone. 

Whoever you are… she lifted her head and looked up, “STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!”Bette surprised herself with the forcefulness with which she said it, or that she had said it aloud.  Seconds later, she could hear her cousin’s footfalls on the floor, coming closer.

zaurielangelwings:

iwatchedherfall:

“She’s still getting ready.” She said, watching him carefully. “So. You’re taking Bette for… dinner?” Kate asked, standing up.

She knew Bette thought she was hypocritical, trying to scare off her partners when her cousin stayed out of her relationships- at least lately. She did occasionally, back in the day, bring up Renee and how much Kate ‘obviously missed her’- which made Kate believe it was perfectly fine to interfere with the blonde’s life.

But really, she cared for her cousin just as much as the younger woman cared for her, and just wanted to keep her safe. She didn’t want to see her with someone who would hurt her, or pining after someone like she had done for Dick. Not that it wouldn’t be nice if they were both in relationships- unless Bette suggested a double date.

“Yes” the angel answered.  “She asked me to pick her up for dinner and…” he trailed off, smiling.

“And then I smudged my mascara and had to start over!” Bette came quickly out of her room, her heels clacking on the linoleum floor as she passed through the kitchen to grab her purse and start coaxing the angel out of there as quickly as possible. Her pulse was racing, not so much at the thrill of going on a date with Zauriel, as it should have been, but at the anxiety over having left him in Kate’s overprotective claws for a moment longer than necessary.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting,” she smiled, tugging him along. Translation: ‘sorry I wasn’t the one to answer the door and spare you the third degree she probably launched into while I was in the other room’. “Seeya Kate, don’t wait up!” she called over her shoulder and scooted him outside.

Shutting the door firmly behind her, and belting her raincoat, she gave him an apologetic, and now much calmer look, “I’m so sorry. Did she try to make you uncomfortable?”  She hooked her arm in his and smiled up at him.

iwatchedherfall:

bettekane:

“I suck at singing, you know that,” Bette’s warmth faded just a little, for just a moment, before she turned up the positivity back up to 11. “And while I think you have a lovely voice, I won’t make you use it.” She laughed at herself, “Like anyone could make you do something against your will.”

It was obvious Kate’s heart really wasn’t in this. The idea of encouraging her even just this far made Bette feel a bit guilty. “It’s fine, Kate…how about we just make some latkes? I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry!”

Before things got more awkward, Bette strode into the kitchen and pulled out the cheese grater, and started peeling an onion.

Kate frowned. “How d’you know about- never mind.” She shook her head, following the other woman into the kitchen. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to do this, Betts.” Kate said, sensing Bette’s reaction to her lack of enthusiasm. “It’s just that the last time I did? Beth was still here, my mom was. This is just… I’m out of my comfort zone, but I’m trying, okay?” She said, picking up a potato and throwing it from hand to hand for a moment, before beginning to peel it.

“So… Do you want to be in charge of frying, or shall I?” She asked, swiftly moving onto the second potato. “I don’t want there to be pancakes- potato or otherwise- getting stuck to the ceiling again.

“I do understand, Kate. It’s okay. I just feel bad for…” she trailed off, and finally put down the potato she was grating and looked up at her older cousin. “Look, I know you’re just doing this to please me. As enthusiastic as I am about all of this, I don’t want you to fake enthusiasm for my sake.”

She tailed her finger along the edge of the counter and took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. “I’m not a believer because I pray and perform a mitzvah. I do them because I believe. They have meaning. I know you’re angry at G-d, and I know why. I don’t agree with it, but then, I don’t have to; it’s not my place. Sure, it makes me sad, but…only you can dictate your heart.  And I’m really sorry I made you feel like you had to go through the motions for my sake, Kate. You don’t have to, okay? I don’t even want you to try, not unless you’re moved to it yourself. I don’t want to drag you there. I used to, but I was wrong.”

“…I am still craving latkes, though,” she gave her a playful nudge and smiled. “So how about I fry, so we done have to get them off the ceiling with a broomstick?”  She laughed, and finished grating the onions and potatoes, while Kate mixed up the other ingredients. Bette fried them in plenty of oil, and reminded Kate about the jar of home-made applesauce in fridge. She didn’t mention she’d got it from Kate’s stepmom, Aunt Cathy.